excitement of revealing her to Sebastian, had Anna feeling wild and delirious.
Pia was crying by then.
“I love your tears,” Anna whispered hoarsely. “You’re so lovely and sweet, so upset and confused, but full of tender desire.” Anna smoothed her thumb along the ridge of Pia’s collarbone, and they both moaned.
“I don’t understand, Anna.” Pia looked quickly at Sebastian, then back into Anna’s eyes. That’s right , Anna thought, find your anchor in me . Anna felt her sex quake. “How can this be?”
“My husband loves me, it seems.” Anna sounded pragmatic, but her heart pounded wildly as she busied her fingers with the front of Pia’s dress. “He wants me to have everything I wish for.”
Anna finished with the top half of Pia’s dress and a gasp escaped her. After glimpsing the binding linen around Pia’s confined breasts, Anna was overcome with a fierce need to maul her. She yanked Pia’s sleeves down so they held her arms firmly in place. “And I wish for you.”
She kissed Pia again, lingering to taste and remember the curve and texture of her lips, then dipped into her mouth until Anna felt a hint of Pia’s answering desire—tentative tongue, curious lips—but still no surrender. Anna pulled away reluctantly.
“Oh, you sweet thing. Look at you. Lean forward.” Anna despised the binding cloth and everything it represented. If anyone was going to bind Pia, it was going to be Anna. But she would bind her in order to transport her to their shared world of pleasure, not to hide her beauty from the world.
Still weeping, Pia tilted her body as Anna removed the binding linen for the last time. “I never want to see this again.” Anna threw the fabric onto the floor of the carriage.
Pia started shivering—perhaps from the air against her bare skin, but more likely from the realization that she was now half-naked in front of a strange man. Anna felt Pia’s tremor run through her own sex. “Don’t be afraid, my love. I’ve come to save you, as I promised.” She soothed and petted Pia to calm her violent trembling. “Or better yet, feel the fear, and let me be the one to assuage it, to carry you through it. Look at me, love. Trust me.”
“Oh dear God.” Sebastian mumbled. Anna turned to see he was staring at Pia’s voluptuous breasts, and probably doing his damnedest not to palm his own rock-hard cock without permission. “Anna?”
She smiled at him and nodded her approval. “Yes, you may touch yourself, my pet.”
He let his head fall back against the velvet squabs and undid the front of his trousers, looking at both women through thick dark lashes. Anna held Pia close as she gasped in disbelief when Sebastian pulled his huge, hard shaft out of the confining fabric and began stroking himself in long, casual passes. Anna shuddered, feeling the rhythm of his hand as if he were touching her mound in the same maddening tempo. She turned back to Pia. “He wants us to be together, darling. Isn’t it miraculous?”
Pia whimpered and leaned in closer to Anna, but her eyes never left Sebastian’s firm hand. Anna could tell she was both appalled and intrigued. “Watch how he touches himself while I touch you. God, how I’ve missed you.” When Anna leaned down and took one hard nipple into her greedy mouth, Sebastian and Pia both moaned at the same time.
Anna laughed against Pia’s breast—the joy of her two lovers bringing her close to tears—and then she suckled the swollen tips of each breast, all the while gazing up at Pia to gauge her reactions. As Pia stared at Sebastian’s hand working himself, Anna felt Pia’s pulse echo in rhythmic response against her lips.
“Anna, stop! I don’t understand what he’s doing here—”
“He’s our husband, my love.” Anna sat up, missing her lips against Pia’s breasts as soon as she broke contact.
“Our husband?” Pia’s head swiveled from Anna to Sebastian and back again, as she tried to pull the bodice of her
Pia was crying by then.
“I love your tears,” Anna whispered hoarsely. “You’re so lovely and sweet, so upset and confused, but full of tender desire.” Anna smoothed her thumb along the ridge of Pia’s collarbone, and they both moaned.
“I don’t understand, Anna.” Pia looked quickly at Sebastian, then back into Anna’s eyes. That’s right , Anna thought, find your anchor in me . Anna felt her sex quake. “How can this be?”
“My husband loves me, it seems.” Anna sounded pragmatic, but her heart pounded wildly as she busied her fingers with the front of Pia’s dress. “He wants me to have everything I wish for.”
Anna finished with the top half of Pia’s dress and a gasp escaped her. After glimpsing the binding linen around Pia’s confined breasts, Anna was overcome with a fierce need to maul her. She yanked Pia’s sleeves down so they held her arms firmly in place. “And I wish for you.”
She kissed Pia again, lingering to taste and remember the curve and texture of her lips, then dipped into her mouth until Anna felt a hint of Pia’s answering desire—tentative tongue, curious lips—but still no surrender. Anna pulled away reluctantly.
“Oh, you sweet thing. Look at you. Lean forward.” Anna despised the binding cloth and everything it represented. If anyone was going to bind Pia, it was going to be Anna. But she would bind her in order to transport her to their shared world of pleasure, not to hide her beauty from the world.
Still weeping, Pia tilted her body as Anna removed the binding linen for the last time. “I never want to see this again.” Anna threw the fabric onto the floor of the carriage.
Pia started shivering—perhaps from the air against her bare skin, but more likely from the realization that she was now half-naked in front of a strange man. Anna felt Pia’s tremor run through her own sex. “Don’t be afraid, my love. I’ve come to save you, as I promised.” She soothed and petted Pia to calm her violent trembling. “Or better yet, feel the fear, and let me be the one to assuage it, to carry you through it. Look at me, love. Trust me.”
“Oh dear God.” Sebastian mumbled. Anna turned to see he was staring at Pia’s voluptuous breasts, and probably doing his damnedest not to palm his own rock-hard cock without permission. “Anna?”
She smiled at him and nodded her approval. “Yes, you may touch yourself, my pet.”
He let his head fall back against the velvet squabs and undid the front of his trousers, looking at both women through thick dark lashes. Anna held Pia close as she gasped in disbelief when Sebastian pulled his huge, hard shaft out of the confining fabric and began stroking himself in long, casual passes. Anna shuddered, feeling the rhythm of his hand as if he were touching her mound in the same maddening tempo. She turned back to Pia. “He wants us to be together, darling. Isn’t it miraculous?”
Pia whimpered and leaned in closer to Anna, but her eyes never left Sebastian’s firm hand. Anna could tell she was both appalled and intrigued. “Watch how he touches himself while I touch you. God, how I’ve missed you.” When Anna leaned down and took one hard nipple into her greedy mouth, Sebastian and Pia both moaned at the same time.
Anna laughed against Pia’s breast—the joy of her two lovers bringing her close to tears—and then she suckled the swollen tips of each breast, all the while gazing up at Pia to gauge her reactions. As Pia stared at Sebastian’s hand working himself, Anna felt Pia’s pulse echo in rhythmic response against her lips.
“Anna, stop! I don’t understand what he’s doing here—”
“He’s our husband, my love.” Anna sat up, missing her lips against Pia’s breasts as soon as she broke contact.
“Our husband?” Pia’s head swiveled from Anna to Sebastian and back again, as she tried to pull the bodice of her
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